Uneasy daily life

The black cat glanced at Yukino Yukinoshita, then slid from Angelina's shoulder into her arms, wriggling gracefully and comfortably before turning to give Yukino Yukinoshita a look that was three parts contempt, three parts pity, and four parts arrogance.

Angelina and Mai Sakurajima instinctively followed the black cat's gaze and their eyes immediately focused on Yukino Yukinoshita's chest.

Yukinoshita Yukino: “?”

"Since it seems like this place is very busy, I won't bother you any longer and will be leaving now."

Yukino Yukinoshita stopped herself from crossing her arms and quickly turned away.

Angelina: "..."

Sakurajima Mai: "..."

Christine: "Meow~"

Yukino Yukinoshita is disappearing faster!

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……

I'm experiencing writer's block.

I am now a fish on the shore, my lips opening and closing, counting down the days of my life.

Ah—! Inspiration! Why are you hiding from me?!

pain!It hurts so much!

Keyboard! Why are you just watching? Have you betrayed me too?!

The white in front of you is not white; it must be a kind of specially treated encrypted paper. Just splash some water on it, and the dense text will appear.

Bai Ying held a water glass, staring at the blank computer screen, pondering whether such a possibility existed.

Sigh, I dug myself a hole. I still need to think about the performance—the mouthpiece and the puppet are definitely working their hearts out, trying to seize control of the performance, while I'm stuck on script issues instead of designing some brilliant lines for my character…

The next step is that he will most likely be killed on stage by the mouthpiece puppet, and the next step is that the director will come knocking on his door to ring the bell.

Why did I take this job?

Bai Ying scratched her slightly dizzy head as she tried to recall, "Oh... it was to give Sakurajima Mai a little challenge in her acting career, and also to help out my brother Guan Gu."

Yes! I'm not the only creator in hell!

Bai Ying took out her phone and dialed Guan Gu Chun's number.

After ringing for a while, the call was answered. First came a yawn that made Bai Ying feel uneasy, then Guan Gu Chun's muffled voice: "Brother Bai? What's the matter that you're calling me all of a sudden... Could it be that you've already finished the script? It's only been a day!"

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

Bai Ying looked at the empty screen and said, "Brother Guan Gu sounds listless. Could it be that he's had a burst of inspiration and is staying up all night writing a script?"

"Ha, don't even mention it... Brother Bai revised those few plot points yesterday, they were brilliant! I wanted to help him out, so I spent the whole night revising them, but I just couldn't get the same feel for what he wrote. I ate breakfast for dinner and slept until just recently." Guan Gu Chun sighed in admiration, praising, "With Brother Bai's help, this script is absolutely guaranteed to be a success!"

"Of course."

In short, she first needed to project an imposing presence. Bai Ying then asked, "What about the director? When does he plan to ask for the script? I need to assess how much I need to refine the script based on the available time."

"As expected of Brother Bai, you can actually control the quality and completion time of a work with ease? That's amazing!" Guan Guchun exclaimed in amazement. "Since I started writing novels, I have never completed a work according to my own expectations."

"You're welcome. Did the director say anything?"

"The director was very excited after seeing the parts you revised. He said that it was very worthwhile for the crew to spend five days refining the script," Guan Gu Chun said. "Speaking of which, the director also said that if you find it difficult, you can borrow his private little dark room."

Bai Ying asked alertly, "What do you mean?"

Jun Sekiya said, "It's kind of an industry joke. Director Masashi Okita used to write and direct all his works. It's said that when he found himself unable to write a script or was not satisfied with the script, he would have others lock him in a dark room and give the order, 'It's right for you to stop me from leaving the dark room before the script is finished. I will never make things difficult for you.' He also declared that 'every creator should have their own dark room.'"

Holy crap! I never expected him to be a fellow practitioner of demonic arts!

The white figure sensed danger.

Chapter 130 The Thirsty Demon?

How many people has a director fired for entering a film crew with their left foot?

"Huh? Oh, you mean he fired anyone? Of course not. Director Okita is a man of his word. Although every film he makes flops, he has a great reputation in the industry. The crew members he works with are all people he's worked with for a long time. Some people even joke that if he ever switched careers, he could easily become an editor with the hundred ways he's learned to urge people to update their films. Hahahaha."

"Really? That's quite an interesting film crew, hahaha."

"I'll leave the script to you, my brother, for polishing. I can't keep up with your skills. Please let me experience the joy of having my work recreated!"

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

My brother on the phone was relaxed, confident, and a true all-rounder.

In reality, the white figure frowned, deep in thought, counting the lines of death, his inspiration exhausted.

First, we can rule out the possibility that the five days mentioned by the director did not include the day he accepted the job, since he was a fellow practitioner who walked the path of evil.

So today is the second day of the agreement...

A young creator, even if unable to write anything, will confidently say they have three and a half days left. An older creator, when both the screen and their mind are blank, knows their end is near.

Damn it! Where has all my inspiration gone? Could it be that I've become like a worthless wretch, finally entering the dead end of the creative world, and starting to suffer from dementia?!

No, I am a reborn being who has transcended life and death, how could I possibly fall into the karmic entanglement of creation?!

Let my inspiration flow freely!

Bai Ying calmed her mind and spirit.

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……

The evening breeze extinguishes the candle, a sweet dream lingers in the night. Leisurely, I drift away, content; the moon shines faintly in the distance.

The white figure had a serene expression, but suddenly opened its eyes and looked out the window at the crescent moon that had somehow revealed its face.

An inspiration struck? But something's a little strange...

Okay, let's see if I can write something.

Bai Ying continues to serve her sentence.

Huh? Why is this weird thing appearing on the screen?

The white figure looked puzzled.

Wait, wasn't I writing about Guan Gu's persecuted life?

The white figure frowned in surprise and doubt.

Oh no! I've unknowingly fallen into one of the five tribulations of creators: the procrastination tribulation. The urge to procrastinate is so strong that I'm unconsciously typing on the keyboard and writing a poem to express my feelings!

The white figure pinched its face with its hand, cold sweat pouring down its forehead.

"Oh, you're really in a hotel room?"

Hayato Hayama peeked over the screen and saw a white figure with his hands crossed and chin resting on his hand. He called out, "White Figure, it's roll call time now. Everyone says they haven't seen anyone. Have you been in your room all day?"

"I only spent a few hours creating this, which is my usual work."

Bai Ying closed the laptop, stood up and stretched: "Ha—what a fulfilling time."

"I'm glad work went smoothly. Let's go, we have a group activity at the hot springs tonight."

"Soak in the hot springs..."

Bai Ying walked out of the room, rubbing her temples.

Hot spring... hot spring... gushing... inspiration... inspiration...

Alas, if Mouthpiece and Phantom hadn't tied me up and left me to rest overnight, but instead dutifully taken care of my condition, perhaps I could have used Yukinoshita's claws to finish revising the script in one go.

As a result, his two grandsons slipped away to sleep, leaving him to struggle with the splashing water, each leap a loss of inspiration.

Bai Ying rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought, her expression solemn. Where could she find some inspiration?

Seeing this, Hayato Hayama unconsciously quickened his pace slightly.

Bai Ying quickened her pace, then Tang Tu spoke up: "Ye Shan, may I ask you a question, if I may be so rude?"

Hayato Hayama said warily, "Tell me what the problem is first."

Bai Ying closed her eyes, gestured with her hands, and asked, "Do you ever feel lonely at times?"

"Loneliness?" Hayama Hayato breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't a particularly painful issue. He thought for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, saying, "I've never experienced anything like that..."

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Bai Ying opened her eyes and said in surprise, "For most people, social interaction is not very purposeful, except for pursuing someone. Often, people come into contact naturally due to being in the same environment and external factors, and different stories and relationships develop. It could be working in the same place, working in the same industry, or studying at the same school... Before friendship, external factors such as classmates, colleagues, and peers often play a dominant role."

Hayato Hayama asked curiously, "Isn't this a perfectly normal thing?"

"The encounter between people is like gravity—everyone is pulled by gravity and takes it for granted. If it is not specifically mentioned, no one will think about the existence of gravity."

Bai Ying said in a deep voice, "Overall, people who take the initiative in social interactions with clear goals are like those trying to grasp gravity, and they are a very small minority. Social interaction is indeed two-way, but it is also one-way. Social interactions with goals and those that are naturally attracted are of different colors, one is a red arrow, and the other is a blue arrow."

"So, shouldn't you, the red arrow surrounded by a lot of blue arrows, and the one surrounded by a lot of friends, feel lonely?"

Hayato Hayama quickly said, "Shirayakage, that kind of thing is different..."

Bai Ying tilted her head and asked, "Different? You should know best that you and your friends are different, right? This difference is something they, drawn by gravity, cannot understand. Difference and incomprehension bring questions, and unanswered questions bring loneliness."

"Hayama, do you ever feel lonely at times?"

Hayama Hayato: "..."

"Very good, it seems that it is indeed there."

Bai Ying nodded in understanding, muttering absentmindedly, "A leader can appear in different ways—in the eyes of others, in one's own eyes, in the eyes of the collective, in the eyes of an individual… Yes, the image should be that of a weak leader, a leader who becomes a sacrifice to the will of the masses… What kind of person he is doesn't matter, so the collective will push him towards the precipice… Ah, like moths drawn to a gentle streetlamp, layer upon layer, until countless moths engulf the light… Collective actions are unified, but their essence is complex… Beneath the leader, there should be roles such as blind loyalty, blind obedience, pragmatism, treachery, and jealous traitors…"

Although I couldn't understand it at all, was he saying something awful?!

Hayato Hayama's eyes twitched violently. He was already regretting volunteering to call for help. He had thought it was just a short walk from his room to the lobby and nothing strange would happen.

"Yes, it should be a lonely, weak yet gently radiant figure! That's the kind of leader who would become a sacrifice!"

Bai Ying slammed her fist together, her eyebrows dancing with excitement, and said, "Ye Shan, I have another question. What if everyone's consensus conflicts with your sense of right and wrong, or infringes on your own rights..."

"Teacher! The white figure has arrived!"

Hayato Hayama immediately spoke up.

The students who had been taking attendance in the lobby quieted down, turning their longing and gentle gazes to Hayama Hayato, and their curious and subtle gazes to Shirokage.

Hayato Hayama strode quickly toward his own group.

"Wait—my inspiration..."

The white figure reached out her hand affectionately.

boom.

Hiratsuka Shizuka delivered a powerful punch to his head: "Kid! I've been calling you non-stop, looking everywhere for you. I thought you'd been sunk somewhere!"

"A cell phone? When you're in seclusion and facing a life-or-death situation, of course you just use the 'Do Not Disturb' option. Besides, I sometimes forget to turn off 'Do Not Disturb,' so it's perfectly normal for my phone to be unreachable."

As Bai Ying spoke, she frowned and stared at Hiratsuka Shizuka, hesitating to speak, then shook her head and sighed... No, this kind of teacher with a strong and distinct personality is not suitable for the overall performance atmosphere of the script. She will not follow the crowd, so she is not suitable in this script environment where following the crowd is one of the characteristics.

Bai Ying looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka's hands, frowned in thought, and sighed again... Smoking inevitably causes some unsightly changes in the fingers, and being a skilled fighter, it further accentuated the muscularity of her hands, making them lack delicate beauty. Even being punched on the head didn't inspire any new ideas.

Hiratsuka Shizuka: #!

boom!

"What are you sighing about here for, get in line!"

Hiratsuka Shizuka promptly delivered a follow-up punch, blasting the distraught, regretful white figure into the group.

Since Yukino Yukino wasn't a school official, she was just watching with a smile from a short distance away. It was a rare treat to see this jerk in such agony, and her mood instantly lifted.

Yukino Yukinoshita, standing in the queue, eyed the white figure with considerable wariness... Hmm? Rather than being aggressive or possibly vengeful, the other party seemed to be genuinely in a very difficult predicament. She vaguely remembered the last time she saw this side of the figure was in the activity room, where the white figure was timidly communicating with the client.

It seems the safety factor has increased?

Yukino Yukinoshita breathed a slight sigh of relief. It seems that when Haku is working, his creative ability is his biggest weakness.

The minister... something's not right.

Hachiman Hikigaya was not optimistic. Unlike Yukino Yukinoshita, who was in the girls' group, he was in the boys' group and saw Hayato Hayama and Shiro Kage coming from the corridor.